So I was at a parent's meeting last week for parents of athletes are our school. I had just selected my team that afternoon and didn't anticipate many parents, but was surprised to see a handfull of them there. So after all the official stuff one of the parents came up to me and asked me what year my daughter was (as in, what year of hiiiiigh school). I told her that I didn't have a daughter and she insisted, no YOUR DAUGHTER, as if saying it louder and clearer was going to change the fact that I don't have any kids. I finally got the point across to her that I was not a mother and she explained that she knew that one of the coaches had a daughter at this school and I looked like the oldest of the three coaches. Um, HELLO. That is just not kind. And for the record, I'm the youngest coach! The one who's daughter is in 8th grade (which would've made me um 10 1/2 when I had her by the way) is 45 years old. Yea, um, no offense taken, just don't expect your daughter to get much playing time.

But with all things, there was a give and take.

10 minutes later I met with another parent who I didn't know was a parent. I knew we had at least one if not two sisters of players at the meeting so I assumed she was a sister. When she corrected me I embarrassed-ly blurted out, "Wow, you must have been 14 when you had her!" She looked at me and said, "No honey, I was 16."

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I'm a 26 year old former teacher turned full time graduate student. I live in Southern California after a 3 year stint in New Orleans with my husband Slappy (formerly The Fiance) and our cats (yea, we're those people).
In February of 2006 I was diagnosed with Chiari Malformation, which is a fancy way of saying that my brain was too big for my skull (get it? overflowing brain). On November 27th, 2007 I had brain surgery which allows my brain to exist indefinitely in my spinal canal. 13 staples, one cow heart lining and a multitude of doctors and medications later, I'm living a much improved decompressed life.